I read to you because my mother read to me. And in those moments I felt as loved and as safe as a strangely paranoid and anxious child could feel -Certainly more safe than the rote prayers that my grandmother made me parrot back to her made me feel- And for years -long after I’d stopped remembering to pray- I couldn’t fall asleep without reading.
Flash Fiction Friday #42: Shaman
first fff in a while! And now i have to know: how many times can i write about obeah before i actually need to research it? flash fiction friday #42 (inclusion)trigger: religion, superstition, tradition, vision, collision. Shaman He didn’t like to talk about it, but given the nature of gossip, everyone knew and did the talking for him. Big time evangelist preacher, but I hear his brother is a obeah man! Yes! I hear it too! An’ it wasn’t jus’ he, his granny in it too! My tanty was tellin’ me so de other day… Not to say…